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Vicious Season

Tornado season arrives to greet us,
Lost in thoughts of neon green.
Wind, rain and an eerie calmness,
Consumes our dark afternoon hour.
Content that I’m where I should be,
Mother Nature unleashes her power.
Siren blows, to the basement we go,
Relieved to know God’s protecting.
Stay calm, Big Brother is watching,
Our vicious and swirling Nebraska sky.
Three sisters grew up trusting him,
Today proves nothing has changed.
Fire Chief’s job begins, as we wait,
We love our big brother, please keep him safe.
Amen
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I wrote this poem during my first weekend in Nebraska. Mid June weather at its finest, my friends. We’re all fine and the destruction was minor for my hometown. (Weeks earlier the destruction much more severe.) The clouds, however, unforgettable.

Audith, loved that poem! And wow! Those clouds look…well, so neatio, but so deadly! It seems calm…for some strange reason. That would be a bit frightening, I think. Good think your brother knows what’s what, though!

Thank you, Duketh! *smiles brightly* These clouds here are vicious, don’t you think? It is always calm before a storm and I think one of the most beautiful moments ever. Yes, he signals the siren like a champ when it is time and everyone stays safe. I can’t remember a single death via tornado in my hometown since he’s been chief. Big brother is a great storm chaser.

A tremendous cloud in that photo, very nice in showing that immense power of the storm. Your caring and worry over your big brother come right through in your touching poem. He must be a strong guy to have three sisters trust him. And you stay careful out there in those tornadoes, Dorothy 🙂

I saw the sky turn green and purple and a mile-wide tornado passed overhead on it’s way to Xenia, OH, late one summer afternoon, where it touched down and went through a suburb like a lawnmower through a pile of leaves, then struck the center of town. A long time ago. Killed 35. It’s an awesome, terrible thing to see. I had to work on insurance fraud protection and spent the next two days there, jaw on the ground most of the time because of the utter destruction. But the most amazing sight was a whole row of 60-foot oak trees along a levee that had been plucked out of the ground like Vidalia onions by the wind and laid now in a neat row. The power it took to do that… And they still had all their leaves and branches intact, but roots were blown clean of dirt. You brought back some vivid memories.

Okay, first of all, it shouldn’t take wine to tell me your joke. I love a good joke. Secondly, I love your style, Hem. I like that you called me Red. Keep it up. *smiles*

*giggle* I’m glad you took the risk. Funny guys are the best of men. I think.

Now. Your flashback gave me a flashback. I have a few breath stealers myself. Tornadoes are vicious beasts. I saw an entire hog farm go from farm to field when I was sixteen. My best friend’s farm. Crazy. These experiences of ours are definitely life changers, Hem. Now I need wine. Join me if you’d like. 😉

Audrey Dawn- The Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister

I came here to journal. To release what I cannot say with my spoken voice, as I am quite shy when the subject turns to me. I write poetry, because my soul flourishes when I do. Broken, indeed, but willing to try. I live life one day at a time. Stop by and say hello, please, if you don't we may never meet. I need you to be stronger than me, but only the first time. Hi, I'm Audrey.

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So true…

“Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes, when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.”
― Sarah Addison Allen